And Twist of Fate

I am so glad you reacquainted yourself with the erstwhile Beagle. It’s not my fault, it was serendipity, you said.

Sleight of Hand is a trove of beautiful stories.

The thing is, short stories are such hard-won and ephemeral things of beauty (I have to attribute this to another American writer Jeffrey Eugenides who described stories as such), and the one called “The Vanishing”, well. . . I closed the book and sighed for its sheer elegance and sadness and beauty. (I lack a thesaurus just now.)